MARRYING THE ROCKSTAR (#3 ROCKSTAR SERIES)

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A few days later, Petra texted me asking for my guest-list for the engagement party. I was thankful it was her, and not Leo; she put much less pressure on me than he did.

Petra: And I understand if it's not complete, since Leo asked me to throw this at the last minute! He'll have plenty of guests to make it seem packed, so don't worry.

I'd actually put effort into crafting my list, so I actually did have thirty or so people to invite. So I sent off my list, thanked Petra for everything she did, and refocused on my article research.

But I worried about one guest: Sapphire. Because if she came, Cameron would be there, I had no doubt. Hopefully, he'd be smart enough to stick to the background—he was her staff, after all, not her plus one. Or maybe he'd even stay home that night, which would be preferable.

Either way, I didn't remind Leo of Sapphire's potential presence. He had to be aware I'd invite her, right? And if so, he knew what that entailed.

The following week, while Petra worked on RSVPs and booking the venue for the party, Leo did what he'd promised—he set me up with several wedding coordinators to talk about planning. He texted me links to four people he'd gotten great recommendations for; two women, one man, and an enby, all of whom had rave reviews from many other celebrities.

While I did reach out to them to request a meeting, they were all booked up for the next month or so, which gave me some relief. The pressure to sit down and chat about wedding stuff weighed on me. I felt fears developing in me as I had more and more nightmares about the coordination of this whole thing.

When I'd said yes to Leo, I'd meant it; but I hadn't meant let's get married tomorrow. He was rushing me, rushing the process, pushing me into a corner I wasn't equipped for. Since he was so busy with his new album, it fell on me to make sure everything happened according to his plans.

He had a dream wedding, I didn't. Yet I was the one responsible for all the details? He'd left a lot of responsibility on me, without determining a date, or giving me his preferences.

I meant to speak with him about this, but every time I broached the subject, he moved on to something else. This or that song he wanted me to hear a snippet of, or a restaurant he wanted to go to to try their food and ask if they catered weddings. He kept me so busy that the engagement party snuck up on me, and I'd had no time to shop for an outfit.

"Don't worry," said Belle, the afternoon of the party, as she entered my room with three garment bags that she set on the bed.

I was used to her abrupt entries by then, but she still startled me. "Don't worry about what?" I sat up straight from where I'd been slouching in front of my laptop. "Who said I was worried?"

"You're always worried," said Belle, unzipping the first garment bag. "And you have nothing to wear for your engagement party, do you? So he asked me to go out shopping for you."

As usual, Leo's wardrobe coordinator was prepared. She and I had gotten over our awkwardness, now that she'd obtained what she wanted from us. She no longer lusted after us; or if she did, she kept it to herself, at least. She only took care of our clothes, brought us outfits to try on, and organized our closets according to her preferences.

I wouldn't complain.

"Let me guess," I said, hands on my hips. "Red?"

Belle snorted, brushing her dark hair from her face. She was still incredibly enticing to me, but I'd satisfied that urge with her with our threesome. "Come on, Emma. I thought we'd moved past that phase."

Red was the color Belle desired me in, and she'd made that clear by always making me wear it, back before we'd seen each other naked. Lately, she'd been picking out softer, blush-hued clothes for me. I didn't think that'd be appropriate for tonight, though.